Too Hopeful

I hate how I'm still in love with her,
I know she doesn't feel the same.

I'm staying up at night, thinking about her,
While she's home finding sleep.

She knows I still care,
That's not my problem.

My problem is I can't think about anything else.
And I have to keep killing that hope that she feels the same.

Reading all the old poems I wrote about her,
Finding the cards she gave me...

It hurts,
But I know I have to keep moving on.

I'll always have those feelings for her,
Even if she doesn't feel the same.

Maybe,
She'll realize that she still loves me...

Or maybe,
I'm just being too hopeful.